I think I mentioned this like a year ago but I don’t remember, so. I have a hard time with the court cards at any given moment, most particularly with kings- but just about any card that depicts a type of royalty, or hierarchical superiority, tends to chaff me the wrong way, and I know it’s due to my anti-authoritarian political ideologies, etc. It’s a thing I need to work on, but actually so far, I’ve been able to use this for good in readings.
But kings, dude. Ugh. So annoying. I damn near ALWAYS roll my eyes when I turn over a king card, and I have to think extra through it.
EXCEPT not *as* much with the king of cups, I reckon owing to the gender-ambiguity inherent, in my view, to the card and the character of the card (tho lately in trying to figure out the logistics of what in theory might one day be the deck that I create for myself, I’ve been trying to see ALL the cards with more ambiguous gender/sexual meanings BUT I CAN’T WITH THE OTHER KINGS, yet.) I feel like if an idealized David Bowie were a tarot card, he’d be the king of cups. SO when I pulled the king of cups a few times this week I was able to smile and felt it was not such a bad thing for once. Bonus points for it being the week of the fall equinox.
Side note: last week and the couple weeks prior had been full of wands and the High Priestess kept coming up- this week I’ve seen a shift into cups and pentacles, and I ain’t mad about it. Overall cups and pentacles together can often point at good business acumen, things flowing well and money flowing in. I’m for that.
I’m off to plot some things and get off my feet- just wanted to pop in again.
Happy Late August! Weirdly didn’t post here for Lughnasadh but on my art blog (which kinda makes sense bc I did an art video about the holiday but kinda doesn’t because this is my witch blog but I haven’t posted since before my birthday… but I digress.)
Let’s talk about the Hermit card and an art project relating to tarot and at the end I’ll add a link to the art video about Lughnasadh and then we’ll call it good. Deal? Cool.
Recently I was very pleased with myself because I started an art project I’ve been wanting to start for some time which is drawing/illustrating the Tarot in my own style. Right now the goal is to do the Major Arcana sometime before the end of the decade and worry about the Minors whenever. I hope things happen more quickly but it all depends on things, some of which maybe in my control but many of which are not and so. I give this to the universe to help me sort it out. BUT STILL!!! I have here a collage and animation detailing the process and a final picture, followed by more words.
The Hermit’s the 9th card of the Major Arcana and seems to me to symbolize a time of retreat inward. It’s one of the cards that I very strongly identify with and have for some years. The number nine is pertinent to my numerological interests, for one thing, and the symbol of the person sort of swaddled in their robes, on top of their mountain (Rider Waite) or illuminated by a single beam of light and shrouded in darkness (just about every other representation I can think of off the top of my head) has always been a source of comfort to me when it has come up in a reading.
As with any card in the deck the significance of the Hermit changes with the context of the question, the position in the spread, etc. etc. At any rate, some universals that can be pulled are that the card can indicate a need for intense self-reflection and self-reliance, maybe illustrating a life of getting by without help, or persevering even when feeling all alone, or general valuing of one’s own insight or knowledge. The Hermit is a hermetic mystic, alone on the mountain or in their own universe, who wants to do right and be just. However sometimes (perhaps when found reversed, if you’re into that [and I am but it isn’t necessary]) it can point to a flaw, such as an over-emphasis on bootstrapping, or isolationism that isn’t healthy or necessary, or too much emphasis on one’s own thoughts/intuitions.
What do you think? I must be off. Dinner is ready and Star Trek TNG is all queued up and there are sweethearts and doggies who need my attention.
I’ve wanted to start/do a blog about my relationship to witchiness, and specifically to tarot, for a couple of years now. I’ve been inspired by the proliferation of sites/channels/etc out there in the ether that are dedicated to tarot; I feel compelled to add my voice to the mix.
What better way to start than by taking a few moments to talk about the Fool and their journey?
To me, the Fool card signifies the beginning of everything, the first mad stumbles, the basis of what it is to begin to progress towards something, specifically something philosophical or spiritual, but most especially if the loftiness of the spiritual/philosophical goal isn’t readily detectible. The Fool is zero, is the nothing from which every opportunity springs. The Fool doesn’t yet know fear and so their actions aren’t yet humbled by it. The Fool loves everything, so far, they’re not shy about it and if they aren’t sure about it they want to try it, they want to stick their finger in it and see how it feels. I’ve always felt it to be a good sign to see the fool positioned at the beginning or very end of a reading, because of the fresh-start vibe (but of course, it all depends on the questions being asked.)
The Fool along with the Three of Swords and the Hermit make up what I call my “triumvirate” irt tarot. These are the three cards that have always been there for me when I’ve needed them to be, for better or worse. The imagery and symbolism connected to these cards have always called out to me. I’ve made paintings of them, drawn them. I feel that I was very clearly a Fool’s Fool when I started out, even as a young kid, and even though I went through some very tough things I was able to sort of stumble around and get thru them and stay fighting. Then later in life, the serious shit came along, and I had some Three of Swords Years. Now I feel I’m firmly planted in a Hermit phase, one that’s hard to appreciate enough to make use of it, even if I *am* trying to own my age and do what I need to do with life.
Still, I find myself coming back over and over to that Fool card, to that zero. I believe I have an urge to retackle life, a need to find new ways thru old things. I start a hundred projects, just barely. I scratch out skeletons, I scribble outlines. My wariness/weariness helped me avoid pain, for sure, but the route to what needs doing has become circuitous and sometimes just unmanageable. I need to get back my ability to stumble down hills and out of moving cars, skinning my legs along the way, because sometimes that’s just the most direct route and you need to get somewhere.
So that’s what this blog is about, pretty much. Getting back into wonder-mode. Getting myself back new and improved, if slightly worn out still. Being able to do it again, knowing what I know now. I hope that whoever finds it will also find some use in it, or some insight as I go thru the cards, and share spreads and readings.
If you’re not into it, then just disregard it as the ramblings of an old, queer, grumpy, hermit-bear, and step away from my cave.
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Anyhoodle, I hope everyone has as wonderful a Sunday night as they can, given the state of the world. I’ll be back directly to talk more.